Camillia yeeps, focusing straight upon Jun.
Jun holds Camillia’s chin in her palm, brushing her lip with a thumb. “You need more discipline if I’m ever going to trust you on such a faraway journey again. We shall begin shortly.”
“Y… yes mistress.”
Jun leans in,  tilting her face as she breathes husky words. “First lesson…”
“Y… yes mistress?”
“Do not blame yourself for falling to Tik Tik’s schemes. Love yourself for coming back to me.”
With that, she latches her lips together, the human submissive squeaking and then sighing into the mouth of the dominatrix.
Jun holds onto the kiss with her submissive for a long while, allowing her tongue to savor the human woman who melts into her grasp as she always does. She strokes along Camillia’s back, enjoying the familiar sensation of how her flower quivers under her touch and reveling in the relief of the sounds of her squeaking gasps rising up from her chest and out her mouth and nose.
The kitsune pulls back, a small trail of their shared saliva bridging between the two for a moment before breaking and landing upon the alabaster skin of her beloved Flower. The vulpine mistress licks her lips, rubbing her thumb over those lovely lips of her Flower, and she chuckles just a bit before she speaks up. “Now, then, how are you feeling?”
Camillia watches her mistresses through hazy and half-lidded eyes, swallowing her apprehension and nodding, her head resting against the wall of the simple room. “I… I’m so happy, M-mistress.”
“That’s good,” Jun responds, fingers flitting downward over the human’s neck. “You’ve made me wait so long, though it isn’t your fault. I’ve felt that absence and desired to fill it.” She leans in, lapping at the sensitive flesh.
Camillia tilts her head, granting her mistress more access.
“I’ve been worried about you, day in and day out,” Jun says, wrapping her arms around the naked woman, pulling her in close by the small of her back.
Camillia bites her lip.
“The clients I’ve had couldn’t distract me from the longing in my heart.”
Camillia exhales through her nose.
“None of them could ever give me what you can,” Jun says, embracing and petting her pet, getting lower and lower with each stroke.
Camellia moans for her mistress, filling the demiplane cube.
“All the clients in the world cannot satisfy me,” Jun continues. “Never like you can. You are all I shall ever need.”
Camillia squirms, her hands reaching up and tapping her mistress upon the shoulders for a moment before finally holding onto her. She supports herself on the leadership of her mistress, but she whines and says, “I left because of what you wanted, my mistress. My journey to gather your wolpertinger and the friends I made along the way. What about all that effort, all that, ah!”
Jun’s fingers trail around Camillia’s side and down under her navel, sliding over her pelvic mound and down between her lips, pressing against the needy petals of desire.
The kitsune matches her lover’s eyes, that stern look melting into a relieved yet dominant smile. “I have them here where I need them, and you’ve done your work. But succeed or fail, you returning would be a blessing.”
“I… I would never wish to, ah, fail you… M… mistress!”
Fingers curl up, entering into her submissive, delving in and splitting up, her thumb slinking upward to play at her sensitive button.
“Your voice is like a soothing song, my flower,” Jun says. “Your movements are a provocative dance. And I know that I’m the only one who can make you move and sing this way. Nothing is like you in this world, and you are mine.”
Camillia’s eyes roll back as she leans over the fox, her hair falling over her face and her body quivering in the excitement injecting into every fiber of her being. And, as she holds onto her mistress, she speaks.
“M… muh, mistress… S… surely, y… you wouldn’t… t-treat me the same… if I fuh-failed?”
“So much talk,” Jun says, fingers swirling around, curling up, hitting the spots she knows. “Why not just enjoy yourself and not worry about anything? It’s beginning to bother me.”
Camellia peers down with one eye at her mistress. She gasps at the sight of fingers delving into her and her body’s stimulation, watching the reds of Jun’s fingers disappear into her body. She spreads her lips wide and exhales. “W… what about you? Y-you’re not acting like you-yourself, muh-mistress!”
Jun’s tails whip up and down as she focuses on that body and the wondrous movements and sounds, but she grits her teeth. “Tonight, you shall scream as you did the first night we met, and then--”
“Crabcake!”
The mistress recoils from the word, stepping back instantly, removing her fingers, and hanging her drenched digits aside from herself. She holds herself with poise, the fire in her eyes dimming as a frown spreads over her face. Her tails fluff up, and her ears droop.
The human lays against the wall, taking a moment to take a few deep breaths and to get back to her uneven footing. “I… I apologize,” she begins, “But I must know what’s been bothering you. Before we can go any further, I must address how you’ve been behaving.”
Jun plops down on the edge of the bed, crossing one leg over the other, gripping onto the mattress. “I suppose I can hide things from you no longer. What is it you wish to know?”
“Ever since I got here, you’ve been acting strange. It’s not because of my success in capturing a wolpertinger for you.” Camillia says this, stroking her chin and pacing through the room. “Then, there’s really only one thing it can be.”
Jun cringes.
“It has to be because I brought along Ti-huh?”
As she speaks, a faint rumble reverberates in the chamber. A moment later, Camellia falls face-first against Jun, who tumbles backward into the wall, the ceiling, and the other wall as the dimensional space they occupy spins and shakes beyond their control!